THURSDAY 11th Feb: Restless
Mum:
Thought I would go first today. So there, Tara! Just trying to get my story in first, before they publicise their 'take' on the day. I have noticed how they just seem to ignore facts in favour of dramatic flair, sometimes.
OK, so firstly, it was all a genuine mistake. I planned a nice walk, and then Auntie Jane called and we arranged to pop over in the evening, to see her and Uncle N. All good so far. Only then I thought 'well, if I wear them out with a walk, they won't be much fun for N, will they? Their over-excited wrangling and tussling are what make the visits. That and the catfood thieving. So we cancelled the walk.
They were a bit resless all afternoon, but that was OK. The high jinks would come later... only they didn't.
The visit was cancelled at the last minute, due to N not feeling very well, and suddenly it was too dark and miserable for a walk, and I had 2 muttlets who were bursting out of their skin...
The 3 Amigos (in a rare moment of peace and togetherness):
Sidney:
We are back on the correct window opening schedule, I am pleased to say. And it was turkey for tea. With tinned for breakfast. I like tinned, but they only give it to me when they have messed up on raw food supplies, so I wonder what went wrong? Not that I really care. The jelly is lovely. I lick it all off the pappy lumps of pretend meat, and then scatter a few lumps around, just to watch Mum pick them up.
Cato:
Tara keeps pulling my tail. There I am, asleep and content, on Mm's lap. And you can't keep your tail up when asleep, can you? It is impossible. And then SHE attacks. Sometimes, if Mum isn't quick enough to react, she pulls me off onto the floor.
And she hurt my lip too. I squeaked really loudly, and then barked and barked and barked at her, until she sniffed the ground to apologise. I was so angry. She never knows when to stop.
Mum says we will get a really good walk tomorrow, and she is sorry there was no walk today. I don't mind. Well, I would mind less if Tara wasn't around, but I don't mind very much.
No photos of a walk, cos we didn't have one. So here are some photos of our home. Some are old, but that is OK. Not much has changed.
These are our downstairs crates. We only go into them to drink, and to sleep when Mum and Dad go out and leave us.
This is our doggie door. It used to be a catflap, but Sidney refuses to use it any more. So now it is our dogflapdoor.
And this is our upstairs all-night bedroom:
Tara:
Boring day. But Mum got down on the floor and we wrestled for ages, until my tooths accidently touched her in a hurty place, and we stopped playing, for ages! I tried to play with Cato, but he ended up just lying on the floor with a toy in his mouth, which got boring too. So I went outside and barked. And chased Sidney back upstairs. And then Mum sat on the floor again and we played tug of war, and not-fetch, and wrestling.
Oh and we had a bridge-of-nose face trim too. I was good, cos I love staring into Mum's eyes, but Cato doesn't so he got more treats than me, which isn't fair. I NEED more treats on account of being bigger. But bigger treats would work too. More and bigger treats would be best, of course.
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